Return of Mount Hua Sect

How's this going? (3)

Guchil thought seriously about what absurdity was.

This is because Cheong-myeong, who had left the hut screaming bizarrely, came back vigorously and started making nonsensical noises.

"I go to the volcano."

“……”

"It's a little absurd, but listen to me."

Still, I wanted to give it a high score because I knew it was absurd.

However, that thought disappeared as soon as he heard the next words.

“I can just leave, but the reason I have to come back and say this is because I think I have received some kind of grace from you.”

I don't know.

There was no reason to listen to the nonsense of a madman, but the reason I had no choice but to sympathize with this nonsense was because Chung Myung's face was so serious.

"I repay kindness twice, and resentment tenfold. There will be a day when I will repay this kindness, so remember the name of the volcano's calmness. The day we meet again, I will repay you for this favor."

that's a very nice word.

It would have been really cool to say that if it wasn't for the ugly young beggar with bruised eyes and chapped lips.

Sadly, Guchil's impressions of the wonderful words of Qingming were very simple.

"...doing shit."

Chongqing's face contorted slightly.

"Of course, my words may sound strange now, but remember these words now. One day these words will change your destiny..."

"Wangcho was looking for you. He said he was going to kill him."

"really?"

The two eyes met.

“……”

“……”

"Heh heh heh."

There are various kinds of villains in the world. Just because someone you know usually joins the ranks isn't particularly great or weird.

Of course, it is very strange that people suddenly change overnight.

"Anyway, then I go!"

"...Come with me. Otherwise, I thought I'd be beaten to death."

"Because I'm going! Anyway, remember! It's a volcanic luster. Remember this name!"

Cheongmyung turned around and walked out of the hut with dignified steps.

Seeing the scene, Guchil unconsciously shook his head.

Live and live and go through all sorts of things.

Well, that might not be a bad choice either. If you get caught in that way, you'll be beaten to death this time.

"What should I say to the king..."

At that moment, the bulkhead that was blocking the entrance to the hut was turned upside down, and Qingming walked back inside.

“……”

Why are you here again?

Before Goo-chil could ask, Cheong-myung asked confidently.

"Hey!"

"Yes?"

"What's that bastard's name?"

"who?"

"The one who hit me."

"Ah... Wangcho? Wangcho's name is probably Jongpal?"

"Servant? It sounds like a beggar's name. Tell that bastard. Next time we meet, I won't let you go."

… … I won't let it go

the king is you

"Then really go."

Cheongmyung walked out again whistling. Just as I was thinking that it was a day like a firework, Cheongmyeong came back inside.

"Oh, why again!"

"Hey."

"What? Why? What else!"

"Which way should I go to get to Shaanxi Volcano?"

“……”

“……”

No matter how much you think... … .

This bastard is definitely crazy.

* * *

Cheongmyung ran and ran again.

There is no one in the world who can take a dirty little beggar to Samseo. It's hard to believe... … . Two legs and tired feet that seemed to have been strong in the past... … was only the heart.

Since when did Qing Myung ride a horse or carriage?

In the past, he never rode a horse. He didn't have a laid-back temper enough to move on a horse that was slow to burst.

If you add up all the distances he ran in his previous life, he would be able to complete ten laps in the midfield. So, without a single doubt, he sprinted to the ground with all his might.

And before the tip of the fire had passed, he was lying on the floor.

"Heo Eok! Heo Eok! Heo Eok! Hee Iik! Oh oh oh oh oh. I'm going to die."

I never thought of being a child.

The two legs that were like steel were twisted and turned into sticks with only bones left, and the heart that seemed to never tire was protesting violently against the unexpected overwork.

What are you talking about?

It sounds like your heart is about to pop out of your throat.

"No, what kind of body is this!"

It's such a riot that I only jumped at one point!

Did I run one test or two? It's only a tip, but it's out of breath! How bad is the condition of the body to produce such a result?

"Shut up."

When I looked at my body carefully, it was enough.

Before discussing innate qualities, the nutritional status is not too good. Literally, it was a body that could not even eat the skin properly.

Are you going to Sham-Seo with this body?

It's a dream story. I almost died of exhaustion before reaching the volcano.

The plum blossom swordsman in the world is exhausted from the journey and goes to the guesthouse? If you go to the underworld and meet someone you know, you will be ridiculed for three or four days.

"If we want to go to Sham-Seo, we need to get rid of this rotten body first!"

The best way to keep your body healthy?

He already had it.

"Whew huh huh."

A meaningful laugh escaped from the mouth of Cheong-Min. No matter how hard I try, I can't stand it.

"Giggle giggle."

All martial arts fly away, their body is the worst, and it is impossible to know whether the volcano has collapsed or overturned, and it seems like she is hungry.

This was the only comfort that made Cheong-myeong laugh in this beggar situation.

“So, from now on, you just have to learn martial arts!”

You can start over.

Others will not even be able to imagine how amazing this is.

Do those who did not reach the top regret their lives? Of course, that is also true. But even those who reach the top have regrets.

If only I had done it then!

If only I had a better foundation when I was a little younger!

When the master pulled me by the ear to teach me to practice, and if I had pretended to practice without running away!

I didn't get caught stealing the alcohol the death row had hidden... … .

Oh, except for the last one.

anyway!

"You can do it again."

In the past, Qingmyeong was the supreme swordsman called the three great swordsmen. However, that did not mean that he was satisfied with his muhak. Rather, as he became stronger and his eyes on martial arts deepened, he was able to understand better than anyone how inefficiently he had practiced and how much he had grown in the wrong direction.

basic.

Sabugo death penalty, nonsense, that damn foundation screaming death!

At the time of my training, I was tired and hated to death of the word basics that those damn basics shouted like a parrot, but when I became a master myself, I was able to understand desperately why the basics were so important.

The foundation is, after all, the foundation.

To build a tall tower, you need strong ground and a solid foundation. How much higher you can climb depends on how painstakingly you build the foundation.

But when I was young, I didn't know that. No matter how much I listen, I don't understand. And even if you understand, you can't do it.

why?

'Because you are human.'

What if I'm digging soil from the ground to lay the foundation, and the death penalty has already built a tower three stories high next to me? Wouldn't anyone be in a hurry?

Furthermore!

"They told me to lay the groundwork only for words, but when I was laying the groundwork, I only cared for and praised those who were ahead!"

Fucking sexual supremacy!

Of course I understand. After all, the master is also a person, and the master is also a person.

Everyone knows that one can achieve great success by laying the groundwork, but while my student is struggling to lay the foundation, the disciple of the death penalty shows off an amazing swordsmanship or goes to a friendly dance competition and wins a championship. .

it's ok until there Up to that point, even the master can endure it somehow. Because the volcano is where the Dao people live, and the Dao are naturally very patient.

However, the moment the classmates have a drink together that evening, the basic training must be considered half-finished.

And what if someone starts to brag about his disciples at a drinking party? everything is over

Those who are drunk with bragging tend to wrap their pupils with equipment that will never be found in the world, and those who have nothing to brag about have to hold onto their thighs and hold on. And that anger and anger pours out on his disciples the next morning.

- My priest's disciple already makes two plums!

- The disciple of that rotten man is said to have entered the self-defense period! I've never lost to him! The disciples' farm seems to be losing, so whose fault is this? this!

- Not enough power! Nooooooooo power!

It's that kind of board, but what kind of basic training are you doing? I'm too busy to learn one more real herbivore right now.

This was a chronic disease of the Daemun faction, where muhak was handed down through priestly relationships.

"But!"

The current blue sky is different!

There is no need to rush. There is no teacher to hurry him up. Now that you have already seen which path you need to take to climb higher, you just need to follow the path you know and proceed steadily.

basic?

When others were digging the ground and digging the ground, Qingming decided to tear down mountains and fill in weirs to make plains. Build a huge tower that no one has ever built on that vast and huge plain!

'The first is important.'

The martial arts of Huashan are both Taoist and Jeonggong.

Jeonggong is slow and weak at first, but it gets stronger at a rapid pace as you practice more. If the master or magong gives immediate power as soon as he learns it, he has a weak beginning, but at the end, he gives depth that surpasses other martial arts.

So to put it simply.

'It's like rolling a snowball in the snow.'

Try rolling a small snowball on the top of a snowy mountain. At first, what was only a fingernail becomes the size of a fist, and as it rolls, it grows exponentially. One small stone eventually becomes a huge avalanche that cannot be stopped by manpower.

What Chungmyeong should do now is to create a solid stone that can become the center of the snowball. And you have to find a mountain surface where the stone will never stop rolling.

"Well then."

Cheong-myeong, who was about to cross the cross-legged seat, suddenly looked around.

You don't know what will happen when you try to hold a ceremonial (?) in the middle of Kwando.

Qingming got up and went into the forest. Creating a danjeon for the first time is very risky. External stimuli should be avoided as much as possible.

It's unlikely that this will happen, but isn't it a joke about the stories of masters who got stung by bees while flying?

'It'll be fine here.'

After finding the shade of a large tree, Cheong-myeong repaired the floor and put the seat cross-legged in its place.

"Now, what do you want to learn?"

There are a lot of new engineering studies in his head. All the ignorance of the volcano, the history of the volcano goes with him. There are more than a dozen different methods of naegongsimbeop that he knows.

The self-healing river that sees the world.

The plum blossom heart method that is optimized for plum blossom sword method.

Chilseong Jingi (七星眞气) boasts the sharpest energy.

Taeeulmi Rigi (大乙迷理气) that contains everything to go to the ascension.

In addition to that, there are a lot of mental methods in his head that are not enough to express himself as outstanding. If it is not limited to those of a volcano, the number of deep methods that can be learned doubles.

But Qingming didn't care.

It is very clear what mental method he must learn now.

"Mix."

Cheongmyung's voice resounded with absolute clarity.

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